With her arms crossed, she appeared humble and glanced frequently at him.
Harry did have piano lessons today, but she came a little too early.
He happily gathered his strength and shouted, "Daddy, Ms. Parker."
Perhaps they were too far away to hear his call.
When Harry and I reached the elevator entrance, I noticed that the elevator had stopped on the rooftop of the eighteenth floor.
But we lived on the sixth floor.
Frowning slightly, I pressed the button for the eighteenth floor somehow.
The elevator doors opened, and Patrick's voice, laden with resentment and anger, echoed from the rooftop.
"Rachel, what on earth do I owe you that you're torturing me like this? You can see that I love my wife and have a happy family. Shouldn't you keep your promise and get out of my life?"
Rachel bit her thin lip lightly, lifted a strand of hair, and tucked it behind her ear, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.
"Patrick, after all these years, I found that I still love you. Patrick, I love you and Ha..."
"Shut up!"
Patrick clutched her neck fiercely, betraying his hidden pain.
"Do you think I will still believe your lies? You abandoned me so decisively back then..."